I can't do this. I'm sorry.

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Ellen's POV.

2 Hours later.

It's late now and Rose - Jason's cousin - offered to give me a ride home. She had a large , wide smile on her face and at first it was funny , now it's just creeping me out.

"Why are smiling like that ? It's creepy. " I say as I chuckle.

"Nothing , nothing." She says , still smiling.

I decide to keep quiet and enjoy the ride.

Minutes later we arrive at my house and she unlocks the car door for me. I step out , thank her for the lift home and she takes off. I open the front door to see a figure in a long , white , sparkling dress with black high heels 3-inches long and a gorgeous smile on its face. What's with everyone smiling today ?

"I'll be back in a couple of hours." It says and takes off to the blue Audi that arrived seconds ago.

I walk inside to see my mom dining alone , also smiling and that just forces me to go to my room.

I know I should be happy that I spent time with Jason , but something seemed to keep me from feeling that way.

Oh yes , Jason is leaving again. I forgot that after our fight and his mother passing away , he moved to another town to live with his Uncle and Rose.

You good , babe ? - Jay

I receive that message from him and it immediately puts a smile on my face.

Yes. Yes I am. - Ellen.

My Uncle just told me that I won't be seeing you for months and I thought I should let you know. - Jay.

What ?! Months ?! What ?! This cannot be happening. We had just cleared things up and now I won't be seeing him for months ? Great. Just great. My face makes direct contacts with the pillow as I scream as loud as I can to try ease the pain. But nothing. Still hurts badly.

How many months ? - Ellen.

A couple ... - Jay.

And how many is a "couple" , Jay ? - Ellen.

I don't know ... Two or three. - Jay.

I just read that message and it gets me so frustrated that I switch my phone off and throw it some where in my room without even looking.

I just want to cry , beat something or someone up to relieve the frustration within me. Next thing I know , I've passed out.

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